Up in the Air meets Inception in this smart, innovative, genre-synthesizing novel from the acclaimed author of Care of Wooden Floors—hailed as “Fawlty Towers crossed with Freud,” by the Daily Telegraph—that
takes the polished surfaces of modern life, the branded coffee, and the
free wifi, and twists them into a surrealistic nightmare of infinite
proportions.

Neil Double is a “conference surrogate,” hired by his
clients to attend industry conferences so that they don’t have to. It’s
a life of budget travel, cheap suits, and out-of-town exhibition
centers—a kind of paradise for Neil, who has reconstructed his incognito
professional life into a toxic and selfish personal philosophy. But his
latest job, at a conference of conference organizers, will radically
transform him and everything he believes as it unexpectedly draws him
into a bizarre and speculative mystery.

In a brand new Way Inn—a
global chain of identikit mid-budget motels—in an airport hinterland, he
meets a woman he has seen before in strange and unsettling
circumstances. She hints at an astonishing truth about this mundane
world filled with fake smiles and piped muzak. But before Neil can learn
more, she vanishes. Intrigued, he tries to find her—a search that will
lead him down the rabbit hole, into an eerily familiar place where he
will discover a dark and disturbing secret about the Way Inn. Caught on a
metaphysical Mobius strip, Neil discovers that there may be no way out.

I love this feature! I hadn't even heard of this one...so now it's on my radar. Thanks!

I also love the idea of "a bookstore near you," a reminder that bookstores are still alive in some form or another. I need to get over to Barnes & Noble, within walking distance, and have some coffee and check out the books.

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